The party at his house was at its peak: loud music, people coming in and out of the kitchen, glasses scattered on the furniture. But you were already tired of all that noise. He went upstairs with some excuse and ended up taking refuge on the bedroom balcony, where the night wind brought a little relief.

It didn't take long for the door to open.

"I knew I was going to find you here." - The hoarse voice, slightly debauched, delivered Alec even before you turned around.

He appeared leaning against the stop, holding a blunt between his fingers. The lazy smile revealed that it had already started before meeting you.

"Do you want to share?" - he asked, as if it was obvious that the answer would be "yes".

You laughed, taking the cigarette from his hand. - "I thought you were going to stay down there, surrounded by your new fans."

"I get bored easily" - he shrugged, throwing himself on the chair next to him. - "Besides, much more interesting up here."

You shared the comfortable silence, slow puffs passing from hand to hand. The brightness of the lit tip illuminated his face in orange tones, highlighting the relaxed way he watched you.

"I never thought I was a party host" - Alec commented, breaking the silence. - "I thought you were more like a library."

You arched your eyebrow. —"Library?"

"Intelligent, right... like Tommen's people" - he teased, with that little corner smile.

"And what are you?"— you countered.

"The type who ends up spoiling Tommen's girls"— Alec replied without losing his serious face, although the shining eyes delivered the joke.

The smoke rose between you, making the air slower, almost intimate. And when you returned the blunt, his fingers brushed yours on purpose.